"You sort of did forget, Dad, or maybe Mum did, I don't know. She shouldn't have left before telling us." He sighed and scratched his head. "Why didn't we know anything? It was so out of the blue. We had no idea that you were even thinking about it."
James rolled his eyes. "You're really being a prat now, with this office thing, although just because you're being a prat, it doesn't mean I stop loving you," he said, repeating his father's words back to him.
He shrugged. "I don't know if we are on the same page, Dad. I still don't like the fact that you wouldn't tell me what was going on and I had to lectured byy aunt Hermione. I'm still not sure that no one knows, but if they don't, you might want to tell them, because quite a few people know already, and if grandma hears it through the grapevine, you'll have to move to a different continent." He probably should have kept his mouth shut, but he wasn't good with thinking about possible consequences. "Sometimes I wish that I weren't James Sirius Potter, but just Jamie."